Futurum Amare, Future love

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SPILT TEA
Harry POV

Important text
"Talking"
Direct Memory

Draco smacks my cup from my hands as the rim just barely grazed my lips.

             "Potter!"  He yells hurriedly.

            The cup flies to the floor next to my desk.  I stare at the man in shock as he hovers over my desk.  His hand grips my wrist pulling me forward.  My body lunge's against the desk as he holds me tight.  He rushes pushing his hand to my lips.  Using his sleeve to wipe them, a sizzling sound making me stare at the sleeve.  The sleeve dissolves slightly.

         "Did you drink any!  Potter did any of it get in your mouth."  He grabs and pulls at my other wrist.

         Hovering strongly over my desk Draco stared at at eyes frantic.  I look to the spilled cup as it's liquid seeps out and burns into the stone.  The color of the potion slowly as it melts stone turning a dark purple, almost blue. Draco shakes my wrists, moving his hands up my arms silkily he grips them tightly. 

         "Harry?!"  He yells.  I only glance at the man.

        The liquid melting the stone and seeping lower into the ground like acid.  Like acid.  It must be some potion. But what potion could do this?!

           "Harry?!!"  I look at Draco. Know not being able to take my eyes from his. "Did you drink it?"  He asks calmly.

          I shake my head.  My lip stings.  "No..." I whisper.  Still staring deep into his eyes.

         "Good."  His tense body calms slightly as he sighs. 

         His grip on my arms lightens and he drops his head down a bit.  I scan the spilled cup and liquid again.  I feel myself falling into a daze.  Again.  Another attack.  Again Draco saves me.  I look back to the man as he slides down into his seat, his hands slide from my biceps to rest close to my wrists.  Gently they lay on my forearms.  I blink at the man then pull back my hands till the ball of his lay across the top of my hand.  He looks up a bit so that his eyes land in our hands.

           "Draco..."  I whisper.  "Thank you..."  he meets my eyes.

         "Can't you be carful.."  Draco finally speaks with his voice low.

          "That's what I have you for."  I try to smile but it comes out weak.  We stare for a moment.

        I keep my hands from turning and curling into his.  His hands slowly pull off mine as he raises one to comb over his hair.  Draco nods than stands, the chair pushing back behind him.  I watch as he walks over to the spilt cup.  I stand pushing back my chair and follow him slightly.  I cross my arms over my body and hold them where Draco's hand had.  He quickly leans back standing only half way as he reaches for the quill on my desk.  Once taking it into his hand Draco pokes the cup and slips the witting end into the cup lightly.  A last drop of the potion slides out and lands onto the floor.  Immediately it sizzles and burns a perfect circle into the floor next to the quite uneven pool made hole.

           Draco continues to inspect the cup.  He than drops the cup from his quill.  He pokes the hole, pushing the quill into a spot that puddles with the potion.  The quill slowly dissolved, disappearing into nothing.  He pulls back the quill holding just the ends of the feather.  He rushes to drop the remaining bits into the cup.  Receiving his wand from the sleeve of his suit robe Draco directs it at the cup.  He know holds a sealed vile with the remaining feather ends.  Again Draco whirls his wand at the vile and the feathers whirl till they are liquid.  Clear like the cup had had before.  He stands holding the vile up to eye level.  Quickly turning to me.